She sat on an iron bench amongst yew trees, a faceless man sat beside her; further down the valley, in a shallow river, I looked for shiny pebbles to give her; she smiled, faceless faded, but I sensed his presence as a hurried shadow across a cloudless sky; saddened by the foretold I gave the river back its false glimmer; walked away, didn't turn once to see what had become of my bride.
